The Stranger Poem by David Barlow

Your Suicide Note really tore at my heart,
When I saw your picture and read what you said.
It effected me deeply and I could not sleep,
For thinking of you, not wanting you dead.

There is obviously sadness effecting your life,
From the hurt you describe, in the words that you write.
The loss of a loved one, a mother’s neglect,
I don’t know the detail but the hurts really deep.

Fresh faced, mischievous, pretty and cute,
Vivacious and so full of life.
Smiling eyes and luscious red lips,
A Poet, a Cook, a Cat person to.

When I look at your picture I really want,
To take your hands and caress them in mine.
To tenderly kiss your lips and your neck,
To hold you and hug you and make it all right.

Your hurting effects me I don’t know why,
A total stranger who I never met.
Who you loved and lost, I really don’t know,
But you have love to give, that I can tell.

You must be loved by lots of folk,
But that special love seems missing just now.
Your sexy and sensuous, that shows when you write,
Your my Teacher, a Girl, a Lady, a Woman.

You want respect as a Woman and as a Writer to,
Well you have that from me and many others for sure.
Love and companionship is something you need,
And you are sure to find that again soon.

I have completed my task without any Rhyme,
Hope the Teachers not shocked or displeased.
At confessions I’ve made or how she’s perceived,
I would hate to cause more hurt or pain.